March 2012
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“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
– Emily Bronte (via thedistancebetweenstars)
“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings (via daedalsouls)
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of...”
– Salvador Plascencia (via gildings)
February 2012
“This morning, with her, having coffee.”
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise. (via nicollecamille)
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olympia of love
through the wiring of my vessels and the arteries of my heart, you sail like a bird in the height of summer. the particles of your soul shimmer like drops of gold in my mind; you are my treasure. though the mountains of time tick slow, you beat fast within me. the circumference of your smile, to the perimeter of your temple, and the volume of your lips; you are my grid of light. though the...
“After Frank I didn’t write for 18 months but when I met Mark (Ronson) I pretty...”
– (via winehousepassion)
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the architecture of love
I feel like lately, I am writing the best poetry of my life. That sounds so arrogant and I don’t mean for it to be but I am writing more easily and naturally than ever before. I constantly doubt myself but I think i’m having some real breakthroughs, especially since I went through such a block not so long and just wasn’t writing at all. I hope you enjoy it.
heart of my heart
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“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in...”
– “Romeo and Juliet” by William Shakespeare. (via hopeforallmankind)
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“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
– Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (via vivvles)
